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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.