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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
the Association,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Audionom,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.