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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Franke,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
The Index,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.