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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.