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 Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.