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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.