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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.