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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.