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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Krayola to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.