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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.