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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.