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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Crime,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.