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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin 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 The Toasters 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.