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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Index,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.