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 India and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.