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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Count Five to the disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.