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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.