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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.