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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Gong,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.