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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.