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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.