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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.