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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.