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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.