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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Scion,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.