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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
MC5,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.