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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Swans 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.