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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.