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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.