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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
AZ,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.