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 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.