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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.