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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.