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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.