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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.