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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Index,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.