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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.