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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan 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?
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Fear,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.