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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.