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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.