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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.