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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.