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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Television,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.