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 Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Make Up to the funk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.