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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.