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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.