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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.