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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cure to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Organ,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.