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 Marshall Islands 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.