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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.