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 Algeria and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.