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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.