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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Pagans,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Organ,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.