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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.