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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Skriet,
cv313,
Can,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.