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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.