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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Slackers to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.