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 Slovenia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.