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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Aswad 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 punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Monks,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.