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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Names to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.