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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.