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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Can to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.