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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Nas,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.