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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Smog,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.