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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
AZ,
Faust,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.