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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Mars,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.