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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Seeds to the punk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster 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?
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.