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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.