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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.