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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.