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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
AZ,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Smog,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.