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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.