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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oblivians to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.