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 Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Hoover to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.