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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 a-ha 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.