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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Gories 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.