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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Associates to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Brick,
Rekid,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.