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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Aswad 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Erasure,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.