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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
The Saints,
MDC,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Darondo,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.