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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.