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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Amazonics,
UT,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.