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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Normal to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.