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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.