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 Guyana and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.