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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 The Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
PIL,
ABC,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.