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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.