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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Yellowson 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.