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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.