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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.