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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.