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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Franke,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.