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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Chrome,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.