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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.