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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
JFA,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
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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.