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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.