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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Can,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.