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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.