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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.