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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.