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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Cameo,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.