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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.