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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.