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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.