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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.