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 Norway 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.