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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
The Victims,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.