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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.