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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.