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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the techno 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.