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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines 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?
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.