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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.