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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Evens to the disco 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.