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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.