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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.