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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.