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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.