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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
The Index,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.