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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.