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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The New Christs to the techno 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.