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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
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 Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.