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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Amazonics 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Oneida,
10cc,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Magma,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.