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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.