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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.