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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Skarface to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.