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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.