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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Motorama,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.