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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Skriet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.