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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Urselle to the punk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.