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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.