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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
the Association,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.