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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.