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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.