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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.