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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.