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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.