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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
JFA,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
The Move,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.