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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.