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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.