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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Faust,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.