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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.