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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
10cc,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.