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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee 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?
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.