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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.