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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.