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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.