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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.