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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.