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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.