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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.