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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.