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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Deakin,
The Victims,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.