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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.