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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.