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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.