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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.