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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
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 güiro 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 Japan to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Smog,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.