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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Wings,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.