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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.