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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Association to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.