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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.