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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.