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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.