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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Lyres to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.