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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.