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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.