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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.