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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.