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 Liberia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.