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 Sudan and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
New Order,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.