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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.