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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.