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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.