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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.