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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players 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?
Monks,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.