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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.