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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.