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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.