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 Sudan and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Crime,
10cc,
the Normal,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.