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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Can,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.