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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Scientists 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.