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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.