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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.