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 Lebanon 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.