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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.