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 Lebanon 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.