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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.