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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.