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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.