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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.