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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Crime,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.