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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Crime to the rap 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.