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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.