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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.