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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.