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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.