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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.