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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
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.