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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Scion,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.