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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Dead C,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.