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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.