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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Magma,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.