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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.