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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.