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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.