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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Nas,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.