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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
The Names,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.