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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.