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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls 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?
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.