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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.