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 New Zealand 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear 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?
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.