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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.