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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
UT,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.