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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
The Sound,
Television,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.