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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.