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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Deakin,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.