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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.