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 Estonia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
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.