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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.