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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.