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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.