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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 The Index to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.