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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Slave,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.