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 Honduras 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.