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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.