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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
June Days,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.