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 Peru and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.