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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.