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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.