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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.