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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.