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 France and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.