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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Swans,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.