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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.