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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits 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?
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.