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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.