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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Index,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.