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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.