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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Liliput to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.