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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.