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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.