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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.