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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Faust,
X-102,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.