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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Suicide,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.