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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.