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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.