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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 oboe 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.