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 Guyana and from London.
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 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 Stockholm 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 sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Crime,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie 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.