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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.