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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.