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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.