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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.