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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.