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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.