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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear 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?
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.