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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Nas,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.