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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.