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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Ituana,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.