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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.