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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Franke,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.