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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.