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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.