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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Radiohead 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.