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 Czech Republic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Brick,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.