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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blancmange 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.