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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.