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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood 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?
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.