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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.