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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.