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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Scion,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.