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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Television,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.