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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
JFA,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.