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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.