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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.