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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Sparks,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.