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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
UT,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.