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 Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.