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 Liberia and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.