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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.