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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
the Association,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.