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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.