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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.