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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Roxette,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.