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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
UT,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.