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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Brick,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.