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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.