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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.