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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Deakin,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.