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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.