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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.