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 Argentina and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.