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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.