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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.