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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
JFA,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.