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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.