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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.