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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.