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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.