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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Crime,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.