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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Crime,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.