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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.