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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.