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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.