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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.