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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.