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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Star Department to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.