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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.