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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.