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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Franke to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.