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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.