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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 organ 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.