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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.