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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.