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 Belize 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.