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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Youth Brigade to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.