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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.