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 Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.