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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.