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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Index,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.