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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.