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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Gong,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.