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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Yaz,
The Gories,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.