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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.