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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s 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 The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.