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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.