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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 the Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Index,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
June Days,
The Associates,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.