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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.