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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.