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 Romania 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.