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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Red Krayola to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.