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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.