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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.