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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.