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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.