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 Gambia and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.