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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Chrome,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.