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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
MC5,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.