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 Ireland and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.