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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.