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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.