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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.