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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
JFA,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Brick,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.