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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.