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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Swans,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.