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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.