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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.