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 Saudi Arabia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Can,
The Litter,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.