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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.