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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Magma,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.