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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.