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 Ethiopia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
DNA,
The Remains,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.