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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Scion,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.