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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
X-102,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.