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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
The Index,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.