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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.