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 Malta 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.