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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.