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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.