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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.