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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.