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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.