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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.