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 Taiwan 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.