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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.