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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.