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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.