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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.