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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
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.