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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Nas,
Camouflage,
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.