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 Tajikistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.