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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.