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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Monks,
DNA,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.