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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.