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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.