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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.