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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Organ,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.