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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Magma,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.