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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
New Order,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.