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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Japan,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.