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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Monks,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.