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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.