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 India and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.