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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.