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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.