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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.