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 New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.