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 Colombia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.