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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band 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?
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.