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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.