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 Costa Rica 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.