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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.