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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
X-102,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.