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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.