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 Panama and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Television,
Interpol,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.