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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.