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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Flipper to the dance 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.