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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.