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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
CMW,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.