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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.