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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.