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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.