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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.