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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.