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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Associates to the grunge 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.