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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.