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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.