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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.