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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.