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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.