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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.