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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Roxette,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.