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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.