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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.