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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.