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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.