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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.