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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.