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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.