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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.