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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Warsaw 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?
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.