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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Television,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.