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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Can,
Index,
MDC,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.