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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.