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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.