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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
MC5,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.