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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.