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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.