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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mojo Men to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.