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 India and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.