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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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?
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.