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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord 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 The Stooges to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Lyres,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.