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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.