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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.