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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.