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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.