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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.