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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.