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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Todd Terry to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
MC5,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Monks,
Motorama,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.