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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.