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 Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.