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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.