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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.