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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Japan,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.