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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.