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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.