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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.