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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.