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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.