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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.