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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.