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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.