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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.