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 Bhutan 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.