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 Lithuania 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.