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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.