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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Television,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.