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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
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.