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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Organ,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.