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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 snare 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Visage,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.