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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
The Doors,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.