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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Can,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Nas,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.