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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.