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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
UT,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.