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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.