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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.