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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.