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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 oboe 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.