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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Cameo,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.