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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.