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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.