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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
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Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.