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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.