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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
John Holt,
The Fall,
X-101,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.