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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.