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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.