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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.