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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.