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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.