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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
The Move,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Lyres,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.