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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.