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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.