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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Sheep,
MC5,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
The Move,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.