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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.