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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Neil Young 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Echospace,
10cc,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.