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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.