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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.