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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dead C to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.