Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.