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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.