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 France and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.