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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.