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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.