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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.