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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Marmalade to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.