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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.