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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.