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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.