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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.