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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.