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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.