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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.