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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.