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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
X-101,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.