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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Japan,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
cv313,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.