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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Names to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
MC5,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Hoover,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.