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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.