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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance 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?
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.