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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.