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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.