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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.