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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 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 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 John Holt to the grime 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.