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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.