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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.